Hello Molly Lou ||@learningthaticount
It was 2'o clock and the bells rang out over the school, signalling that (finally) class had ended for the day. Not that it mattered much to Sherlock..He'd skipped out after 3rd period for a fag. He was leaning against one of the pillars in the courtyard, none of the teachers bothered to check for him anymore, he wasn't likely to get caught. Thank god it was Friday and he'd be rid of this place for a few days, maybe even longer if his parents didn't notice.
He blew a plume of acrid smoke into the air, lazily watching the white plume wither away in the wind before looking down again, eyeing the chicks making their way out of the building. Might as well past the time with a good view before the rest of his friends showed up, maybe pick out a date or two for tonight. Though a different girl caught his attention..her dorky glasses and high-up ponytails, books clutched close to her chest. She found a spot under a nearby tree, not looking to head home but rather start some..Studying? On a Friday? He scoffed a bit, quickly loosing interest until he saw a rival group of greasers approaching the poor girl, looking to cause some trouble where it wasn't warranted. Sherlock did know better to butt in just yet, being alone and all, so he watched them warily, fag hanging from his lips as he narrowed his eyes, waiting to see what they'd do.
